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Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Christmas Eve Floods

Christmas
time in St. Vincent is one of the best times of the year.There is Nine Mornings festival, Light Ups,
there are the holiday foods (black cake, ham) and drinks (eggnog punch, ginger
beer, etc.) and time with family and friends. Christmas time is also usually
dry.It usually signifies the end of the
Hurricane Season and the start of the dry season.

However,
this Christmas was neither dry nor happy.This Christmas we were all taken by surprise when there was a freak
storm that resulted in severe flash flooding, causing damage to homes, crops,
infrastructure and most unfortunately a number of confirmed deaths and missing
persons.

It
was a very somber time, and a time to do some serious reflecting on ones own
life.

The
day started out normal enough, a bit over cast but like any other typical
Christmas Eve.I spent the day by my
boyfriend’s family’s house. We went out for a bit in the evening but came back
relatively early as it started raining. It didn’t take long for it to really
start raining hard.

Once
it started raining, it never let up until the next morning. It sounded like
there were golf balls hitting the galvanized roof.I was secretly convinced that it was hail. It
wasn’t until later that I heard other people talking that they saw/believed it
was hailing as well, that I started to feel a little less crazy.

Then
came the lightning and thunder.The
lightning lit up the sky like blinking Christmas Lights. Non-stop for upwards
of 5 hours. It was unlike anything I have ever seen in my life.

Close
to midnight after close to 4 hours of heavy torrential rains, we were in bed
when we heard a loud crash.We stepped
outside to find that the entire bank 3 feet adjacent to the corner of the house
had washed away, leaving a 20+ft landslide.We also stepped out into 6 inches of water, which was almost approaching
the threshold.

We
decided to move to a family member’s house a little ways away.For hours, the rain and lightning continued
relentlessly battering the roof and lighting up the sky like someone flickering
a light bulb.

The
next morning we woke early, having got little to no sleep.Honestly, I was terrified. I thought this was
the apocalypse.

We
woke in a very somber mood and not really realizing the full extent of the
damage yet.It was still dark and
overcast. However, we had heard news from friends in the States that there had
already been a number of deaths.

We
woke to find no water, extensive debris (trees, bushes, etc.) strewn about. We
took a walk through the village to see what was going on.Many people were out and about, but it was
not the typical jovial Christmas morning.We found the bridge was washed away (only later to realize that it was
completely buried by sand and boulders brought down the river by the floods).
We noticed entire crops washed away, landslides, houses washed away or broken
in half where the river carried part of it away.We saw roads and buildings washed away or
covered and flooded in mud/sand. This was just in one village.

Later,
we learned that the main bridge connecting Georgetown to the north windward
region had been sunken, another bridge was covered in debris, there were
extensive landslides blocking roads.This was just the beginning of the infrastructural damage.

Entire
houses were flooded, washed away. The floodwaters also carried away cows,
goats, pigs and people.There were landslides
that buried entire families.People were
living in emergency shelters for weeks, water supplies were damaged,
contaminated or destroyed and were not restored for more than three weeks.
Schools were closed for an extra week, as some were serving as shelters and
others still had no water.

Supplies
were brought in.Trucks distributed
bottled water and provided water tanks to communities to collect for bathing
and washing.I was fortunate to be by my
boyfriend and his family. They took excellent care of me. Fetching water so I
could bathe and wash my laundry or by doing my laundry in the river for
me.We did have to bathe in the river a
few times. That was an experience; bathing in the open and walking down the
main road in only a towel….

I
was so worried about my house. But with no water, no transportation, blocked
roads, damaged/missing bridges there was no way I could get back home. Living
in the valley brings extra rain. I remembered I left some windows open.I thought for sure that my house would be
flooded or washed away.After about a
week, I made it home only to find absolutely no damage to my house or the
valley.It didn’t even look like there
was a storm in my village.After
speaking with community members and neighbors it was evident that perhaps the
valley protected us from the worst.I
was expecting massive landslides, blocked roads and major flooding where the 3
rivers combine. This is the normal damage after only moderate rains in the
valley. To my surprise, the only evidence to suggest a storm/flood had occurred
was a gathering of sand by the bridge. The current never cut out, the water never cut
out (a true Christmas miracle, because its always going out or muddy).

The
normal cheerful and exciting energy of Christmas was definitely hampered.
Instead it was a day to really reflect on all that we have and all that we
should be grateful for.It put
everything into perspective and reminded us that nothing in life is guaranteed
and can be stripped from our slight grasp at any time.

It
surely will be a Christmas I will never forget. I think it also served as a
reminder that we all need to stop and reflect on all that we have to be
thankful for on a regular basis. Nothing is certain, not even life. Life may
suck sometimes, we may not get the things we want, things may not go the way we
want but we still have our health, we have food in our bellies, a roof over our
head and our life. For that we must be thankful.Let us not be too lickerish.

2 comments:

What a harrowing account of events. Have your roofs been completely restored now? Have you had those and the floorboards checked? These rains and floods may pass by the dozen, and even the most fortified houses can fall victim to them as they leave creaking damages in increments. It would be wise to check those out, though you might as well prepare for when the flooding gets vicious. Better to have all bases covered.

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